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The Expatriate
(Send me off to a foreign land Where I'm kept alive to be president)
Marooned and shipwrecked In the backrooms for the previleged elite Overwhelmed with pleasantries
Winning hearts with some Recycled phrases fogging on my voice Waiting for the dark to come
Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky?
I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why
The mistakes are all there Waiting to be made Shall we begin? The mistakes are all there Waiting to be made
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Don't be scared to find The expatriate is moving out of sight In a satellite state of mind
Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky?
I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why
Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky?
I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why
Just don't ask how Just don't ask why (x3)
Just don't ask
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